WOMEN IN SAN FRANCISCO.

Temuka Leader, Issue 933, 1 April 1882, Page 1

WOMEN IN SAN FRANCISCO.

The town lias been quite excited over a marriage that has jnst(Fsbrna»y 15. 1882) t ken place, which is iot only sensation il but disgusting and humiliating to womankind generally. Some months ago a German demon named George Get ting grew jealous of his wife, and determined upon finding her out, sent a letter signed wish the name of his rival, who was a e‘loon-keeper, requesting her to meet him in the saloon as such a date. Tim poor creature fell into the trap* and with her baby on her arm she went unwarily to the place of tryst. Tresently Cfottung appeared, and inquiring if his wife was there, and being answered affirmatively, he went up to the room to which she was sent, and taking out a butcher’s knife, stabbed her to the heart over and over again, without shrift or spoken word of any kind. This occurred last June, and on Saturday, the 6th of Feb the monster was sentenced te some ten years’ imprisonment in San Quinlia for manslaughter. To go back a little, as all true historians do as a rule. I may inform you that in this city, when a man commits a very revolting crime, especially it is to be killing his wife or mistress, a certain set of would-be sympathetic women connected with prayer meetings, etc., but whom I more openly dub a gang of addlepated morbid fools go at once to the criminal to make his life in prison more endurable. They bring to him the fairest flowers in immense quantities, delicacies, books sympathy, and tears -crocodile tears, which lie in bucketfuls behind so many idiotic women’s eyes. Among the simpletons who worshipped at the shrine —beg pardon, bars—of Gottungs cell, was one Mary Willis, the ‘daughter of highly respectable parents. She, with two or three like demented creatures, carried the usual tribute to malefactors greatness, namely, fruit and flowers to lay at the feet, or rather thrust through the bars of the murderers cel 1 . Gotlung cast a loving eye on the gentle, plastic Mary, and introduced her to his tittle girl one day behind tiie bars. The sweet, womanly, gushing soul declared she would take care of the motherless babe of three tender years—and so it went on. Day by day Mary, with mercy and love shining in her blue orbs, found herself before those hateful bars, which; kept her lithe form and blonde head from the embraces of the raa>i of blood, who sighed forth hi? affections, and made her an offer of hie scarlet hand —red with the life blood of the baby’s mother. Mary blushed and took kindly to the idea. Tlieref re, when he was sentenced to the Hall prison for a ten years’ term instead of being strung up as high as Human, this devoted girl appeared an hour later with a Justice of the Peace (who deserves cowhidings), and in the corridor of the gaol, before an immense concourse of prisoners and outsiders (for it was a day on which devout men devoted themselves to exhorting the gaol birds) thole happy but extraordinary lovers became one flesh. Gottung’s old mother was there, and the blushing bride sat with the red hand of her husband round her neck, while ho showered kisses upon her upturned cheek. The embraces continued from II am. to 3 p.m., when cruel Fate ordainad that the bride of afe w hours must part from her beloved murderer ; and so taking up the baby, and accompanied by her brother, she left for her home, a small back room near the gaol, where no doubt she sighed for the jo_vs that were not to be—the comforting presence of the groom. As Mary has left a happy, handsome home for a life of poverty aud trial, having barred herself from the society of all decent people, I fear she will find out her mistake all too soon ; but if she likes it, tint is no one's busintsa. .You would be surprised at the disgusting manner in which these women act. —N.Z. Herald.